Feeling the need to be closer to God this morning. There is my pew. I'm going to sit and reflect, pray, and listen to hymns for a bit.
Lots of baby fish swimming by. Caught a feather in the air as it floated past me.
The sky and land reflecting on the calm water is beautiful. It's really peaceful here today. Early Sunday morning, not lots of people moving about. No boats buzzing by. I could sit here all day. Took my shoes off and dangled my feet in the cool water. So tranquil. Reading my book
*Read my book. Left when someone came and needed the dock. It's a public water access. Guess it was time for someone to launch a boat and go fishing.
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I take pride in being a survivor. I've faced some pretty nasty shit in life, much of it I've talked about in other threads and in my blog. Yes, I'd say I've made the round trip to hell more than once.
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Being strong helps. But the past year has taught me one very painful lesson. I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I had adapted to life's obstacles and figured out how to survive. That is not the same as being strong. I'm much weaker than I thought I was.
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Like many of you, my memories are vivid. Mark was at work that day. Tom and I were home. He was working on his home school lessons, I was on the computer creating future lessons. I had the TV on. Suddenly, Tom came running into the living room and turned up the volume. 2/
We sat together and watched the horror unfold in front of our eyes.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I was my cousin Jeanne from WI. Our cousin, David, was supposed to be flying that day, headed over seas for work. Jeanne wanted to know if I knew where Dave was flying from / to.
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Music, Darkness, and Frogs.
Today's blog in a thread.
Years ago, when music was my life, I liked to play in bands, even though I don't like an audience. Audiences make me puke. But I love the music. I always played, never sang. Blessed with musical talent, I wasn't blessed with a voice. 2/
I can't hear myself well enough to tell if I'm in pitch (born with ear/hearing issues), so besides not having a good voice, my singing is pitchy and off key and that drives me nuts. I never sing for anyone. Well, almost anyone. 3/
I think I found a topic for my (almost) daily thread. I hope @kozil9 will join in on the conversation, because he does support THR. (Warning Jared, I'm one of those "long winded" people!)
Jared and I start with #CommonGround because we both believe in having products available to adults who smoke that will help them reduce the harm from smoking. I think post of the people reading this thread will also have this in common with us. 2/
When I read Jared's thread, I heard frustration. Why is he frustrated? I read some of his tweets and replies. AH HA!! It didn't take long to find my answer. In the THR world, there is a difference of opinion on what defines #TobaccoHarmReduction.
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The first time I learned how to see / feel grey instead of black and white.
A continence of helping people understand what it's like to live with my Autistic brain. When we understand each other, it's easier to accept each other. #Autism 1/
I'm going to talk about my Mom (again). Keep in mind that my experiences with my Mom I was just me - the me with no labels, because I didn't have a diagnosis at that time. I've talked in other threads about my Mom suffering from mental illness.
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As she aged, it got worse. She became extremes of angry and paranoid. Everyone and everything was out to get her. One by one, she pushed away her friends and even her family. She became very verbally abusive of me. After years of helping and supporting her, I walked away.
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